Human smoke break area 8 min read

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I dated a woman, Debbie, who was a smoker and liked wearing high heels. She was a legal secretary and often wore high heel boots to work during the fall and winter.

Well one chilly day in November I took her out for a nice lunch. We had a quick meal at a posh restaurant and I got her back to work with some time to spare in her lunch hour. So she called her best friend at the firm, another secretary named Heather, and asked if she wanted to go meet her in the parking lot for a cigarette. That’s where the two women always took their smoke breaks.

Debbie and I had done some trample activities before but always when she was barefoot. I don’t know what got into me that day but as soon as she got off the phone I begged her “Can I lie down and have you stand on me while you  smoke your cigarette?”

She said “In these boots?” as she held out her right leg, clearly displaying her dangerous looking stiletto heel. “Please! You could never handle them.” I told her in a confident tone that I could handle anything. So I just went ahead and laid on the ground face up beside our SUV. There were lots of cars around so no one could see us.

My girlfriend walked over and looked straight down at me and said “Are you sure? You know this is going to hurt.” I said “I can take it.  I’m tough.” She replied “OK, you asked for it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Then she slowly stepped up onto my chest with all her weight. Her stiletto boot heels just DRILLED into me.  My cock was so hard!

Right then Heather walked up. I saw she was wearing high heel pumps  (I need to transfer to this company!). Heather laughed and said “What are you doing??” As Debbie pulled out her cigarettes, she responded “I’m trying to teach my boyfriend a lesson. He thinks he’s Mr. Tough Guy.” and she pointed down at me. “Why don’t you help me?” Heather paused for a moment but then stepped right up on to my thighs. Heather said “He’s lucky I do aerobics.” Both girls chuckled and lit their cigarettes.

I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. But it was definitely more than I had bargained for. I wasn’t really planning for two women to be on top of me. And even though both girls were slim, the pressure under their thin heels was painful.

It was easy for the two women to stand on me since both of them hung onto the SUV’s side mirror with one hand for balance.  My girlfriend stood on my chest and her friend was on my thighs.  The two girls chatted away while they smoked as if nothing were out of the ordinary. And after that first acknowledgment both women completely ignored me. I really became the floor to them.  I knew the girls weren’t acting since they flicked their cigarette ashes on me whenever they needed to without a second thought.

As the girls talked they would shift their weight and move their feet slightly. They probably thought nothing of that but every tiny movement got my absolute attention. That’s because each girl’s 120 or 130 pounds (60 kg) was drilling into me through her spike heels. And by doing something as simple as leaning her weight onto one leg, the results would be an absolute painful new crushing sensation for me.

Remember that the girls had on boots / shoes that they wore every day to work.  The heel caps on those stilettos had long since worn away from walking on concrete.  So both of them had the exposed steel cores of their heels just stabbing into me.   As a spur-of-the-moment activity none of this had been planned.  These were just their work shoes with normal wear and tear on the heels.  But I was surely feeling the effects of those spikey metal shards being driven into me under all of their body weight.  When it was finished I had red marks all over my thighs and chest that lasted for more than a month (which Debbie liked to poke at in bed, proving she had been right).

Before that day I never realized just how long it took to smoke a cigarette. Normally the time seems to go by quickly.  But when you’re under two pairs of stiletto heels, each minute is an eternity!   And the girls didn’t seem to mind or care about my discomfort at all.  In fact, they soon started to extend one leg and casually dig their sharp heel into my body as they talked,  twisting their pointy toes from side to side.  Whether it was out of boredom or to test my resolve I’ll never know. In any case it added a new painful element to the experience. I felt like I was being completely used (which, of course, I was). And when Debbie told the punchline to a funny story, Heather laughed and stamped her foot ever so slightly. I was getting totally crushed under these two lovely women and they couldn’t care less.

After a few minutes I heard Heather ask Debbie an innocent question.  “If he’s the smoke break area, does that mean we can stand anywhere we like?”  “Anywhere you want to” was Debbie’s reply.  Heather said “How about here” as she stepped forward with the toe of her right pump landing right on my engorged cock (which had been mostly hidden due to my pleated trousers).  “OOooo, somebody seems to be enjoying this” Heather immediately realized.    “Really”, Debbie responded.  After a brief pause, she said “Well make sure he doesn’t enjoy it.”

From my perspective on the ground I could look up between Debbie’s boots and could see Heather’s face.  She bit her lower lip and then stepped forward slowly, aiming her spike heel down on my erect penis.  I felt it as the narrow heel bit into my shaft, like I was being stabbed there.  Yet Heather continued to shift her weight to that shoe until the other foot was just being used for balance.  She was just skewering  my cock with her stiletto in a methodical and unrelenting manner.

God did that hurt !  But there was nothing I could do about it at this point.  I just grit my teeth and kept silent.  I was at the girls’ mercy and they were showing no sympathy at all.

Heather shifted her weight to her back foot while leaving her shoe and stiletto heel still on my cock.  Then she shifted forward again, stabbing my manhood without any remorse.  And again.  And again.  This girl was really giving it to me !

“It’s not getting any smaller no matter how many times I poke it” Heather remarked.   Debbie asked “are you using all your weight ?” like this was some kind of science experiment, not the torturing of a human male.   “Yeah, that’s all of it” Heather responded.  So Debbie suggested “Step on the tip.  That’s the most sensitive spot.”  And I thought to myself “these girls are monsters !”  But Heather was quick and her spike heel landed on the end of my penis with a lot of weight.

My god, that was painful !  I immediately let out my first groan / muffled scream of the event.  And Debbie responded with a joyful “you got it !”   Heather stepped back onto my thighs and said “but won’t that affect YOUR fun time in the near future ?”  And Debbie remarked with a disheartening “Listen honey, it’s not THAT much fun.”  Which made both of the girls laugh.

As I recovered from my penis stabbing I saw that my girlfriend’s cigarette was getting pretty short.  As a consequence I knew all this torment would mercifully end very soon. But Debbie had one last surprise for me. She turned around and looked right down at me, “So you wanted me to smoke on you, huh? Well now you’re gonna get the full experience.” Debbie took a long drag on her cigarette and dropped it onto my chest. Then she looked right in my face and smiled as she stepped on the cigarette with her boot, her pointy toe twisting back and forth several times with a lot of weight.  I could feel the heat on my chest through the shirt as she ground down on the cigarette (and created a nice burn hole) .  It was brief but intense.  She then stood there looking down at me with her arms folded and a very smug expression on her face.

Heather thought that whole scene was hilarious.  So a moment later she dropped her cigarette on my stomach and crushed it out with her shoe as well. I felt another hot spot but Heather didn’t grind it out as hard as Debbie had, so the heat lingered for much longer under Heather’s shoe.  It created another burn hole in my shirt, of course.

With their smoke break finished the two girls stepped down and walked back to their building, laughing, their high heels clicking on the concrete.

It was the best day of my life.  I only wish it would happen everyday (well, minus the penis stabbing, of course).

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